Nine Hundred and Sixty-Three Chapters of the "Rich Man" Who Made a Big Death

Wade was confused.

His brain was trying desperately to tell himself that this commission was a big death, and he should never accept it.

But his heart had already flown to the big box of green paper.

This is a five million dollar business.

He has received seven-figure commissions twice in his life, and the old man Willand just gave him one million, which is completely incomparable to the five million this time.

"Time is running out, young man." Luke reminded leisurely.

Of course Wade knows that.

He knew Vanessa's habit very well, and she would come out in a minute or two at most.

"Done." He gritted his teeth and pointed to the money box beside Luke: "Now, let me look at them again, it will warm my cold heart a little bit."

Luke shook his head: "You can take a look later, and now I'm going to tell you some of the main points of the commissioned execution."

With that, he opened the big box on the right.

Wade looked at what was inside: "This, shouldn't this be the outfit you're wearing?"

Luke: "Almost. You'd better put it on tonight, I've left everything you need to know in there."

After saying that, he buckled the box again: "Don't just count the money tonight. There are 2.5 million to be entrusted before you can get it. And this set of equipment is only temporarily lent to you by me, and you will need it later. Take it back, you understand?"

You double 250, it's a pity to die!

Wade didn't want to talk to him more, but nodded again and again: "I know, I know, there is a lot of nonsense."

Luke chuckled and turned to look at the bathroom: "If I were you, I would think about how to survive first. If you die tomorrow night, this beautiful woman will belong to another man."

"Young man, I wish you good luck!" When the voice fell, his figure flashed, and he jumped out from the balcony again.

At this moment, the bathroom door squeaked.

Vanessa wiped her hair and said, "Have you found something...?" Her gaze fell on the two large black boxes in front of Wade.

"What is this? Where did it come from?" she asked suspiciously.

Wade's lips moved, and he subconsciously looked at the balcony door that was closed again: "That, this...is a Christmas surprise I prepared."

Vanessa wondered: "It's all night, and there is still a courier company delivering to your door?"

Wade snorted: "Private, private home delivery business."

Vanessa didn't care too much about the express delivery business, so she stopped asking, but looked at the two boxes with interest: "Can you open it and take a look?"

Wade shook his head like a baron.

joke! One of them is a hundred-yuan bill like a hill, and the other is V's exclusive equipment.

If Vanessa sees it, there may not be a surprise, but a shock is certain.

The point is, how can he explain the origin of these two things?

"It's a Christmas surprise!" A clever ghost turned his head quickly, and immediately found an excuse: "Of course we won't reveal the mystery until Christmas."

Vanessa thought about it too, no longer cared about the two boxes, just looked at him: "What are you looking for, don't want the case to repeat itself?"

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Wade then remembered the item he was looking for just now, and slapped his forehead: "Damn, there is no maple syrup that I like most, only ketchup."

Vanessa smiled and stepped forward: "It should be okay, right?"

Wade: "You're my sweetheart, and the sour taste of ketchup doesn't match you."

Vanessa: "How about you go to the supermarket to buy maple syrup?"

Wade was decisively lazy: "I suddenly felt that your sweetness can overwhelm all sour tastes."

Vanessa: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Wade: "As you wish, Ms. Victim, let's begin the process of repeating the case!"

Outside the window, it was raining on a winter night.

Inside the house, the two who were busy playing the detective game ignored the two big boxes.

...

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, the phone rang suddenly in the quiet room, and it stopped after ringing for a while.

But after a while, the bell rang again.

Wade dazedly stretched out his hand and groped for a few times on the ground beside the bed, took out his phone from the pile of clothes, and put it to his ear: "Hey, baby, did you forget to bring the key again?"

Vanessa's voice came from the receiver: "I'm shopping at the supermarket. Didn't you remind me to call you at nine o'clock last night? Say you have something to do today."

Wade: "Thank you, I got it, bye."

Vanessa shook her head as she listened to the blind tone in the microphone.

She knew that Wade must not have woken up, but she would call him in half an hour. He was very tired from the repeat of last night's case.

With this in mind, she continued to pick out food in the supermarket.

In the room, the phone in Wade's hand slipped quietly and fell into silence again.

Half an hour later, the phone suddenly rang, and he sat up suddenly.

Looking around blankly, Wade got down and picked up the phone to connect: "Baby, forgot to bring the key again? Do you want me to open the door for you?"

Listening to this repeater-like question, Vanessa rolled her eyes: "I told you to get up half an hour ago. Did you forget that you have something to do today?"

Wade continued to be at a loss: "Huh? What should I do?"

He suddenly shuddered: "Oops, I was patronizing a repeat of the case last night, and I forgot about it."

Vanessa slapped him decisively over there and hung up the phone.

After the wake-up business was done, she didn't bother to care about what this guy was going to do.

Over there, Wade got up in a tumble and stood in the room looking around: "Where's the box? Where's my money?"

Suddenly, a little black flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Wade rushed over quickly, and saw two big black boxes quietly staying in the corner of the room.

This is what Vanessa moved over after she woke up in the morning, otherwise such a big box would be an eyesore in the middle of the room.

Wade took out the two boxes and couldn't help but open the big box that contained the money.

Of the two boxes, the box containing the money is much larger, and the difference is still obvious.

He opened the buckle, and the neat, layered green papers in the box appeared in front of him again.

Wade picked up a large handful, leaned in front of him, and bought his face deeply into it: "Ah, what a taste of happiness."

Just there, laughing, he took out all the money and looked at it, and then he lay contentedly on the large amount of banknotes.

"Finally, finally..." Wade murmured: "Labor and management are also rich!"

After being intoxicated for almost half an hour, he woke up from the smell of money and finally turned his attention to another box.

Reaching out and looking for a moment on the box, Wade scolded: "What kind of ghost box is this, where do I open it?"

At this time, his hand touched the metal piece beside the handle, and a soft female voice sounded: "Do you want to open the secret box?"

Wade was stunned for a while: "If you want to open it, what are you talking about, this broken box."